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I'm so tired. No matter how much sleep I get, I still manage to be physically and mentally tired. I know for sure, that I'm not being lazy. I need sugar to make me all energetic, or I just go straight to sleep. Last week my Nutrionist put my on an all veggies diet. I thought it would be easy, considering I don't eat much junk food as it is. That's where I went wrong. All my friends are eating cookies and sodas, while I'm stuck with carrots and celery sticks. It wouldn't surprise me if I started to turn green, because of it. I just hope that I didn't deprive myself for nothing to come out of it. I hate crash diets, but if that's what you have to do then that's whatcha gotta do. No one wants to hire an obese Cameron Diaz, so I have to manage my weight. Is there actually any women out there that are totally satisfied with their bodies? Ever since High school I was refered to as the "string bean." I'm just that lanky white girl that played Natalie in Charlies Angels.
Charlies Angels. . . that reminds me. Today I was taken hostage and forced to watch Full Throttle with one of my closest guy friends. I've never seen the entire movie that I've starred in, just little bits and pieces of scenes. I have a superstition about seeing my movies. If I see it, I'll be pointing out my flaws every 0.5 seconds. I practically closed my eyes during the whole movie. Maybe one of these days I'll be able to watch one of my movies with my eyes open and not pointing out all of my flaws. One scene that I did happen to watch, was the dance boxing scene. You know you all loved Cam getting her groove on. Look, a white girl can dance.
Anyways, that was just a quickie. . . because you know you all love my updates. :) I'm off to do some Yoga or Pilates. How Fantastic!
-; Cam ;-
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| &; broken resolutions |
[17 Sep 2003|08:09pm] |
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Yesterday I spent a nice day at the Doctors office. I had to wait for about an hour, before they finally took me. He kept repeating himself saying "Well, it doesn't look broken but yadda yadda doo." He finally came to the assumption that my nose was healing like it should be, and if my nose gets screwed up somehow, he would be more than happy to give me a nose job. He didn't seem like a real professional Doctor, or a real type of Doctor at that. The whole time I was there, I was wishing I was back at home or even at my apartment. Anything could beat being there at that Doctors appointment. I finally got to take the plaster off my nose, which is a huge relief. The second I got home from my long day spent at the lovely Doctors, I fell right to sleep on the living room couch. I don't know why, but I was just so tired. It seemed like it came from nowhere.
What is this about Hurricane Isabel striking the east coast? All I can say, is that I'm glad I don't live anywhere near there. I have enough to worry about as it is. Too much to worry about, actually.
Where has Wade been?! I miss him. Anyone feel like going to the movies with me??
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| & Have you ever been low?! |
[15 Sep 2003|09:17pm] |
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|: Easing her head back onto the cold complacent floor, Cameron let out a small breath of air. Hoisting herself to her feet, a hand was placed over her revealed tummy as she rubbed it in a soft motion. With the back of her arm, she swiped at the sweat that had formed on her forehead. Leaning her body ever so slightly, she grasped the top of her bottle of Evian water that sat nearby on her chesnut oak desk. With a flick of the wrist she twisted the cap from the top of the bottle, and held it directly up to her nude peach tiers that appeared to be slightly chapped. She replenished her thirst with the water that surged down her throat and refreshed her body from its tired state. Bending over her small body, she pulled at those laces that had been laced into a single bow. Positioning the toes of her shoes against the back of a shoe, she slipped her foot out from the unlaced shoe. Rpeating the same procedure to her other foot, she trudged over towards the couch in her living room. Sinking down into it's soft cushions, she didn't care to remvoe the socks that were still on her feet. Stretching her body out across the couch, her neck found comfort along the armrest. :|
I had to help my Daddy out today. He finally got released from the Hospital, after he was supervised for about a week. I'm still worried about him, but I know my mom will do a great job caring for him during my abscence. I got to speak to my family more than I ever had before. My priorities are slowly sizzling down to the most important. I want to fly back home, but I don't know how the Producers would take it. I'm the one who kept having to push back the voice overs, and it will be my fault if the movie doesn't come out on time. Everything seems to be my fault! :/
I miss my Gwynnie, Britty, and Rach. I did get to speak to Justin for the past couple of nights, though. I'm aware that him, and Jess are having another argument. I just wish they would make up, and call it a day. I don't like to see anyone mad, or sad. It hurts. My new favorite song is by 'Lil John & The Eastside Boyz "Get low." Wonderful song, despite the horrific lyrics. I like the song more for its beat than for its nasty lyrics. Justin was teasing me because I'm trying to be ghetto, or some shizz. Ooops?
I've been working out more often lately. I'm getting a HUGE ass, so I need to work it off somehow. Let me start in those taebo and kick boxing classes again, and I'll be hunky-dory. I'm getting so fat, and that's no joke kiddies.
I watched that Wuthering Heights movie last night, and I must say that I was impressed. I cried, I actually did. I'm a really sappy person, and I cry EVERY time I watch A Walk to Remember. I've watched that movie about 11 times, and I'm still not sick of beautiful Mandy Moore and cute Mr.Shane West. Justin and I are going to plan a night to watch Wuthering Heights together and make-out!
GOOD NEWS!! Tomorrow I go to the doctor to get my nose checked up on. It sounds like I'm referring to my nose as a person. Haha. :) I'm such a doof.
AHEM! NEW ICONS. GO SALVATE OVER THEM!
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| &; another winding road. |
[09 Sep 2003|08:13pm] |
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|: Laying back in her cozy reclining chair, a spiral notebook sat across her lap. Holding the ballpoint pen between her small fingers, she bit at her bottom lip as she pondered her thoughts at the time. Before long, Cameron was already completing her second sentence for her journal. :|
It's been a few days since I've updated my journal, because I haven't had anything happen. It was early in the morning, when I heard the annoying ring of the telephone sounding. Of course I tried to ignore it, but the same person kept calling back over and over again. I finally picked up the phone, and heard my Mother's voice. We both got into a lengthy conversation, despite it being 4AM, and she told me that my Dad had been sent to the Hospital because of a heart attack. She told me that he would be fine, and that I shouldn't worry. How could I not worry? It's my Father, and I care for him deeply. I hate myself for not being able to go visit him and my mom at the Hospital, but that's that. I could be receiving a call from the Producers of Shrek 2 any day now, telling me that I was fired because they need it done sooner and they won't be waiting on me any longer. That's all I need. I just hope my dad gets better, and everything works out fine.
The past few days I've been speaking to Jess A., and I was really surprised she was actually talking to me. We both thought we had some sort of hate towards the other, but never did I think that. It takes alot for someone to make me hate them, and once I hate them I choose not to associate with them. She apologized for her and Trace's joke, because I was a bit peeved with that whole thing. Of course it was a joke, but I felt like a third wheel. . . and that they hated me. So that was all cleared up, and I'm really glad it was. I don't know what her and Justin's current status is, but good luck you two.
I'm going to go call my family, so I'll be back later.
P.S: I'm sorry to those who I came off bitchy to today. As you can see, I'm not having such a wonderful day.
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| &; Threesome Quiz |
[09 Sep 2003|07:13pm] |
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| &; I keep growing stronger. . . |
[05 Sep 2003|09:28pm] |
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|: Her fingers aimlessly drifted through a mass of blonde tresses that had been pulled up into a neat ponytail. Soulfilled orbs looked ahead at the illuminated screen name that sat within the room of darkness. With her other fingers, she gently touched at the bandage that secured the bridge of her nose. Caramel toned shoulders winced upward, as a small jolt of pain was sent to the area at which she had touched. Shifting in her seat, she sat indian-style in her large, leather computer chair that sat before the oak wood desk. Looking down towards the ring which was set on her index finger, a faint grin curved over her sullen features. Scratching gently at the nape of her neck, she dropped her small hands to rest above the keys as she regained her thoughts. :|
I bet you all have heard, but I broke my nose the other day in Hawaii. I flew to Hawaii on Wednesday. I thought it might be a nice place to go before work starts up, and I get busy as a bee. I was having a surfing lesson from my instrucor, when this big wave came in. I guess I acted too slow, because the next thing I knew was that his board smashed my face in. It hurt, but it's not the worst thing to face. I would rather have something broken where it may not hurt than have a broken rib, or a leg which I hear. . . hurts like a bitch and a half.
After my little incident in Hawaii, I caught a plane flight back to L.A. There, I was not meant by my "CAMERON?! OH MY GOSH!! ARE YOU REALLY THE CHARLIE'S ANGELS GIRL?!" screaming fans. They wouldn't have recognized me in my layers upon layers of bandages anyway. My flight was pretty pleasant, minus the flight attendant dropping a soda in my lap. Now that I'm back in L.A., maybe I can start to pick up on Shrek 2. The Producers don't want to go on until my throat and nose is doing alright. That will be awhile. I'm sure they could make up some silly excuse for Princess Fiona to have a weird voice in the movie, such as her having a sex change or something of that nature. That could always hack her character away, and use my messed up voice to be Shrek and the Princess's child! Yea, right.
I'm starting to think that I have really bad luck. Karma just isn't on my side. My throat is still sore, and after my nose being all stuffed up, it gets broken. Aw the most interesting things happen to me. It's funny, really.
I've been talking to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) wrobson lately. He's really a nice guy, and I find myself seeking a conversation with him every now and then. I'll find some sort of bribe to get him to Choreograph the next Charlies Angels, if the Producers feel like making another one. I would be honored to have him as the Choreographer, and I think it would be great to work with him. I watch re-runs of The Wade Robson Project all the time.
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| &; In your eyes. . . |
[02 Sep 2003|05:05pm] |
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I was supposed to be going to the studio today, and do some of the voice overs of Princess Fiona for Shrek 2, but I really felt sick. I felt terrible for letting down the Producers, because I know their heart was really set on trying to start the voice overs today. We had set that date weeks and weeks before, but I had to cancel on them. There was nothing I could really do, but tell them the truth. My head is throbbing, my throat is dry, my body aches all over, and I'm pretty sure I have a temperature of 105 or higher. I think I'm steadily catching what Justin has. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll be back on my feet, and ready to make my corny Princess Fiona voice. Until then. . . I'm off to bed. Drag me out of bed if you want my ass online. I doubt you will be able to wake me up, good luck though.
I just became aware from Katie, that I am the highest paid actress in Hollywood. Who would have ever known it was possible? Not me!
EDIT!;
Someone needs to buy Wade a Paid Account, and I mean pronto.
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| LAYOUT! |
[01 Sep 2003|09:33pm] |
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( NEW LAYOUT. WHAT, WHAT? )
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| &; Can you blame me? |
[01 Sep 2003|02:52pm] |
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|: A hand covered her forehead, her fingers softly caressing her temples which throbbed in pain. Turquiose orbs fluttered open, revealing those dainty sooted lashes. Looking at the screen for a moment, she began to type. She was finally able to open up, but she liked to leave a little mystery behind. Feminine fingers striked at the needed keys, and she sat back in the computer chair with a soft sigh protruding from those pink tiers. :|
I find myself even more confused day by day. Maybe I'm reacting differently than others would, but this is me. Distance is being brought between my friends and I, and it's tearing us apart from each other. It's gotten to the point that I feel as though I'm bothering them when I call them, or speak to them. If only they would show some sign of caring. If something doesn't happen I just might give up altogether. You have friends because they share the same interests as you, like the same things as you, and that friend will always have your back. How can you stay friends, when all the other person does is push you away? I know some people are really sensitive, and they put barriers up for their emotions. Having a friend insures you that you'll get through whatever is going wrong for you, and you won't have to do it by yourself. I want to be a part of your life, but how am I supposed to be a part if I'm denied?
Diana, I want to thank you for being there for me all of these times. It really means something to me. You're always there for me, and you don't know how much I really do appreciate that.
Hopefully this drama will boil over, and I'll get my ass back to work with Shrek 2.
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[30 Aug 2003|12:01am] |
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It's my Birthday, and I'll cry if I want to. I love that song.
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| &; La la la. . . |
[29 Aug 2003|06:22pm] |
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|: A pair of black yoga pants hugged her small hips, an Addidas tank-top adorning the upperhalf of her body. Natural sunkissed blonde tresses were pulled back into a pony-tail that was raised to the crown of her head. Plush tiers formed a luscious pout as she glanced over a single caramel ascented shoulder. Azul orbs stared back at the screen which sent a glow into the semi-dark room. Taking single steps backward, her body eased itself to sit within the confines of that leather chair. Her body leaned back against the chair as she gazed at the blinking cursor laying in the update field of her journal. She had been planning on updating that morning, but she was too exhausted to even consider that. Finally, she was able to update, but then she would be on the run again. A Lycra clad leg was crossed over the other as she began to type up her latest entry. :|
Wow! Last night was the VMA's, and all I can say is "Wow!" The performances, and presenters were great! I didn't go with anyone, or go for that matter. I'm just not special enough to tag along with Mr.Timberlake, but that's alright. Madonna, Christina, Britney, and Missy Elliot's performance was so cute. I can't believe Madonna kissed both Britney, and Christina. That boggled my mind, a bit. People say it was gross, but I thought it was hot.
Justin took home three awards out of his nominated eight. I think he should have won every award, but then again. . . he isn't rap nor rock. :) Mr.Trousersnake was looking mighty good in his tux last night.
Chris Rock kept the part going, and the Olsen twins looked gorgeous. I can't believe their only teenagers still! Christina performed with Red Man and Dave Navarro on guitar. I loved it. :-) Metallica ended the night with some classics, and one of their own songs. I would say it was a great night, even though I did not attend.
Tomorrow is my 31'st birthday, and can anyone say OLD? I'm finally hitting the big timers, and soon I will get all wrinkly and pruney. . .hopefully not anytime soon. I didn't really plan anything for my birthday, because frankly. . .it isn't all that special. Just another birthday, but if someone wants to do something for me then that's cool. Maybe I will change my mind about a party, but I don't think so. So tomorrow is just another ordinary day, despite my age increasing by a year.
|: Upon reading over her hasty entry, she lay a hand over the keys that lay upon her lap. Clutching her keys within her hand, a small jingle of assorted keychains and keys contributed a faint jingle. Hovering the mouse over "Update Journal," she stood from her computer chair. A hand rest at the back of the chair as she pushed it underneath the desk, and she set off towards the door. :|
( New Icons! )
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| &; Love is so indecisive. . . |
[25 Aug 2003|05:49pm] |
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|; Loose blonde tresses casually cascaded her small caramel ascented shoulders. Aqua pools stared vividly up towards the ceiling of her room, her chin perfectly proportioned. Porcelain fingers gripping at the hem of that oversized tshirt that yearned to cover those boycut undies. A bit of revealed abdomen peeking from the large shirt. Chapped rosebud tiers were formed into a paperthin pout as she continued to gaze up, longigly at the ever enticing ceiling. A hand grasped at the single diamond that hung from the chain about her graceful neck. Clutching the small gem within her hand, she kicked away those unnecessary blankets laying atop her body. ;|
I miss being at Justin's side. We are still friends, but I just feel like I am not clued in anymore. If I had been a good friend, I would have went over to his place and helped him get over the flu. Instead, I lay here doing absolutely nothing of significance. Hopefully him, and I can plan to meet eaqch other somewhere. . .soon. I miss the boy. It's normal to feel that way, right?
Lord, Ms.Cam'ron has been hiding under a rock. I miss my girlies. Brittany, and Gwyn. . . I love you.
Maybe later I will have the energy to go out with Drew and Luce for some dinner. Or better yet. . .Call Justin, and see how he is.
@!? EDIT; In regards to all the adults talking crap about the American Juniors, I will nicely ask you to stop. If I was a kid, I wouldn't want any big-shot adults all up in my grill. Let them be kids for as long as they can, because you can only be a kid once in your life. I personally think that they are adorable, but maybe that's just me. DON'T HARM MY CHILDREN OR I SHALL KUNG FU YOU!
( OOC MUST READ )
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So I suppose it's time for an update, but I don't really know where to begin with this one. It's the middle of the afternoon, and I'm wiped out already. Last night, I decided I'd spent enough time on tour. Nothing was really coming of it for me. Though I did enjoy the ice cream talks with Christina. Justin and I had one little conversation. We discussed how black he was, which reminded me of old conversations we had once had. But then it went back to the same person it always seems to go back too, and the conversation stopped. It's sad to think I've lost one of my bestfriends because a two day relationship, but -shrugs- that's what happens. I hope that one day things can be back to normal, because right now things are anything but.
I love Brittany and Gwyn. They are the best buddies a girl could ever ask for. Gwyn is the funniest, sweetest and coolest girl. Brittany is absolutley hilarious and always If Colin would let Maggie out of the closet, I could talk to her more. Ben Affleck has made my screename officially true, for I am pimping Ben Affleck. Take that. And Matt Damon taught me how to say no. Thanks for that.
Where has Orlando gone, have I finally scared him away?
Once again, I started out with this great idea that I'd write deep and beautiful thoughts, but I'm tired. Clearly.
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"People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Thier dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown."
- Chuck Palahniuk author of Fight Club
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If you had said to me a day ago that I would be friends with Christina Aguilera, I would have laughed in your face. Things change, people change, situations change. I believed things that were told to me, and prejudged her from the start. I shouldn't have done that. She deserved better than that. And now, things are much better. At least in that department. Now we stick up for eachother. -laughs a bit- Who knew? And she has the best jokes. For example, " Why couldn't the 13 year old boy go see Pirates of the Carribbean?" -- "Because it was rated ARGH".
I've gotten the divine opportunity to speak to Brittany more than I have in a long while. I love that girl. Really love that girl. My whole world can look like crap, and then she comes into talking about dirty songs and how we should start a Girlsync. I believe thats what she called it. She's going to be the beatboxer. It'll be hot. Auditions soon.
Rach...Rach..Rach. I just signed on hoping to talk to her, but she's not there -tear-. Something is wrong with her too. But I love her, and here's proof she doesn't go off of everything people says, she still talks to me. And she's still there for me. I love her to death. I really do.
Then there's Diana who I've recently started talking to. She cracks me up. She's opinionated, and I love that about her. Not to mention she's smart, getting into UCLA and all. That was her, right? I'm tired.
I saw Gwyn was on, but then she signed off and my life was over. Maggie still hasn't shown up yet. I've talked to Anna briefly and that's that. I'm damn tired.
And hi Jessica Alba. You're pretty ;-*.
And I'm sick of doing things for people, really selfless things and then feel like I'm getting spit on. I'm tired of being the pawn, and I'd rather be the player. { Thanks Chrissy for that line }. I'm sick of putting everyone's feelings before mine, and if that bothers certain people....-shrugs- It bothers certain people.
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[15 Aug 2003|10:51am] |
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Well, it's been awhile since I actually made some sort of meaningful update so I thought I would attempt to. I'm not really sure where to start with things, but life is going pretty well for me.
I was planning to dedicate a whole paragraph to Justin, so I suppose I'll just stick with my plans. I was going to babble about what a great bestfriend he truly is and how I think people often take advantage of him. Yes, he's a human and he does make mistakes, but I think people have an easier time picking on someone like him because he himself believes he has so many faults. I hate to see him when he's down because he often doesn't deserve to be. I don't know if that made any sense, I just know he's a good person and that is that. I also know that if I had any problems, he'd be one of the only people I could tell about it.
Last night, I had an odd conversation with Miss Aguilera where she told me to " take care of Justin ". I was nice about it, but out of everyone I think I'm the last person she needs to be telling to take care of him. Does that sound bitchy? Probably does, because it is. It felt like some really cheesy movie, where I should have sniffled and wiped a tear from my eye and said " I will.....oh I will". It was just unexpected I suppose, and she told me this right before I went over to Justin's, so I was wondering if something was up.
Something was up, but -grins-, I'd rather be coy about it and not tell you. I'm just a very happy person right now. It was a nice night, a lot of good things happened and I don't know why I have to say anymore. Use your imagination, I'm sure most of you might know by now anyways.
Hi. Colin Farrell is hiding Maggie away from me, and will only let her come out once a week. How unfair is that? Especially after I wrote him some major hate mail. I feel bad for Colin. Really bad. He's got a tough job to do right now.
Brittany Murphy is also the love of my life. She's so great. Even though she called me a cradle robberer. She's the best. End of that story.
And end of this update. I think I had a lot more to say, but I forget. Where did Gwynnie, Maggie, Anna, Brynn and Rach all go?
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[01 Aug 2003|02:09am] |
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People I love more than anything.
-- J-Tantrum and Nick
-- Brittany
-- Duckie aka Orlando
-- Gwynnie
-- Maggie
-- Anna
-- Ryan
-- Diddy
-- Brynn
-- Nicole
-- Ewan
-- Hayden
<3 That's all I really wanted to say. oh and NEW LAYOUT kiddies. ;-*
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| & The long update? |
[27 Jul 2003|11:37pm] |
To answer all of those burning questions deep within your hearts, I shall write a long update describing my activities. Or not, becase it's late, and I'm tired, and most of you don't give a shit..so watch me work.
-- I did NOT attend Jared's party because I ended up feeling like it would be a part of my past, and I don't want to relive my past, I just want to LIVE.
-- I am visiting J-Tantrum tomorrow on tour because I love him, and he's the greatest. I even wrote him a poem. BUT THEN HE FORGOT TO ADD ME ON HIS SIDEBAR. But I forgave him, and still love him. ;-*
-- I wrote Nick a poem too.
-- I love Gwynnie, but she's dead. I don't know where she went. Nicole too, Ewan as well. Hayden..same goes for you.
-- Brittie isn't dead, she's alive. I love me some Brittie, Anna, and Chelle. They're all great girls.
-- Justin's cousin is the ABSOLUTE best. Rach is the shit. She's the attractive Timberlake, and has got major game. Not to mention, she's teaching me how to golf, and we get to scarf carbs. Yeah.
-- Maggie has died too, where did she run off to?
That's my long update. Eat shit and die if you don't like it. I mean..what?
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| // last night..can't believe what I was hearin' |
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- she yawned slightly, still wearing her pjs at 2 in the afternoon. She crossed her legs, sitting Indian style in her chair as she set her hands on the keyboard, a small grin playing on her lives-
& I literally just woke up, I was out until the wee hours of the morning last night with a certain bad boy. I had a wonderful time as well, danced, drank...did other things. It was just a great night all around. It's been such a long time, I guess since the break up with Jared that I've gone out with someone and had such a nice time. Of course I go out with my girls, but you get what I mean.
I wonder how Hayden and Nat's date went. Did that happen yet? And Ewan, how dare you update when I'm not online. I swear to God, fate is sending a strong message that I am not supposed to EVER get to talk with Ewan. I haven't talked to J-Tantrum in a couple days as well...I hope everything is ok with him.. I'd also like to point out how much I love Brittie, Gwynnie, Diddy, JT, Ewan, Hayden, Maggs, Nicole,Annam Love and Kieran. The people I just mentioned have to be the coolest people around. They're seriously the greatest friends anyone could ever have. Ah, I've gone a bit cheesy haven't I?
Jared and I spoke last night. It wasn't easy at first, but I mean, I can't totally shut him out, we spent a lot of time together. He probably knows me better than anyone else. Three years of my life were completely dedicated to him, but at the same time I kinda want to let that go, and move on with my life.
Oooh. Re-runs of Surf Girl are on. Later.
How you want that, tell me how you want that
How you want that, tell me how you want that
Daddy, how you wanna give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need
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